The Wistful Campus
Chapter One Sanjay Ganguly remembered the sound of the earth giving way as a low, wet groan, like a ship settling into a dry dock, a memory that would later define the architecture of his ruin. He stood in the courtyard of the ancestral house in the Kerala backwaters, the rain slicking the red laterite stones until they shimmered like wet clay, and he wanted nothing more than to hold the deed...
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